Cutting away the family tree

A symphony of girly giggles erupted from the little pup when her father smiled at her and nosed the back of her neck, leaning herself back into the cold nose pad of her sire. Satira was always happiest when she was with her family, but with the recent goings-on around the Armada with its flooding crisis and Asla doing all she could to distance herself from the pack and her frequent ventures out into the woods to see her secret friends, those moments had become few and far between. It upset the girl more than she let on, but it also made moments like this all the more special to her. She flashed Mojito a wide smile that was all teeth and sweetness when he called the the absolute best tracker. If her dad thought that, then it must be true! Her dad was so clever, there was no way he could be wrong!

Satira gave a little squeal of laughter when she felt the warm wetness of Mo's tongue across her crown, and then she was being scooped up to snuggle closer to his much larger form. Although he wasn't as big as her grandpa or uncles, her father was still the greatest man ever in her young eyes. "Just a little bit," she responded, nuzzling herself up against his warm fur. "Mom had to go out of pack lands again, so I get to spend the day with you now!" She gazed up at her sire with pale blue eyes twinkling like faceted blue topaz. It didn't matter what they did today, so long as she got to do it with him. They could have fighting or healing lessons, go picking herbs, just play on the beach, it all sounded good!

"Satira"